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A woman allowed to die in great pain rather than allow her an abortion. I suppose everyone has read of this one; Savita, an Indian woman dentist most unluckily living in Ireland, died in great pain after three days because the law in Ireland forbid the abortion as long as the fetus had a heart beat. The story tells more than that: it gives the statistics of what is the typical fate of women who are denied abortions. They don't always die in great pain; rather we see the reason for asking for an abortion (needing one) is the circumstances of the woman's life (poverty, grave problems of different sort), with this pregnancy, tumble her over into positions which turn her into a victim (of poverty, of sickness ...)

http://www.thenation.com/blog/171285/justice-savita?rel=emailNation#

That senator or representative would doubtless say God meant her to die. "A shame, but there it is.: Or would he? no individual woman is valuable.
Come to think of it I almost died of a miscarriage. I was 27 and in the UK in the Lake District over 3 months pregnant and began to bleed. The bleeding would not stop (I didn't realize I had a medical problem then) and I was taken into the hospital as part of National Health. I never paid a dime. Two days of great pain and bleeding and they told me the fetus was no longer viable. A miscarriage is in medical terminology a spontaneous abortion; well Nature had not done it completely, to stop the bleeding I had to have a man-made abortion, then a D&C, and then I was in hospital for 3 days afterward -- recuperating with them watching me lest the bleeding start again. I had nightmares about blood for a few months.

I remember having to sign I had no religion -- in the box I was supposed to be CofE or something else. The nurse said that "wasn't done" ("N/A" is what I first put) and they sent a vicar to me. Silly. I told him I realized he meant well but go away. And he did. I also remember how the norms of the English hospitals meant I was not supposed to cry but be chin up and cheerful -- especially as I was on a woman's ward. I was not cheerful. So a Sister (the nurses were called Sister) came over and gave me permission to go ahead. And then no doors on the bathrooms. What did they think I was doing?

But they saved my life and charged me nothing.  I came out okay. As for the pregnancy, mixed feelings but over-all relief. I was still young, had only been teaching a couple of years or so, unexpectedly the Admiral had quit his job and began a Ph.D. in math. I am no Pangloss so did not say " Tout est pour le mieux dans le meilleur des mondes," just carried on. I had lost weight and not seen the Lake district except through a window.

Maybe now I'll go back.

In Ireland would I have died?


Sylvia

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